Looks like rain...Sittin down in my crack houseEarning my payIt's the southwest juggla claiming DelrayViolent j, known by gang squad and police alikeI'm known to get wrong off the get rightHanging out the truck I blow the mausburg offWho the head of your set I blow your boss shirt offI be the top dawg killa, who the bomb don?You're soft like a bon bon, in your Sean JohnI'm riding dirtay up and down forth, escortI'm in a Ringmaster gold super sportAnd it's about to rain I see the weather badHit the top on up like I better hadI cut back to the cut, to get a cut of my cut,Because even in a hurricane a crack head will show upI be the gang tag K-a, gay fag slayer, bag weigherWith a sweet street sweeped ak I don't care...

It's pouring man, I'm smoking a bluntIt's pouring rain, the hood soaking it upBut it's getting kind of windy and the walls are shakingFucking roofs coming off I'm in a lazy boy, bakingI see the crack heads trying to reach the porchBut the wind sweep 'em off before they get to the door they only 90 poundsGrab something held down, Because you looking funny flying around, fag!Blunt wrap on my lap, ash all over mePlaying Nintendo, mega man 4, from '93Shudders are shaking and the lightning is frighteningFucking windows are breaking; man I'm thinking it might be a tornadoGo to the door, open it up, yup, all the same back to my gameIt's all right, along as that motherfucker stay outside I'm tight

Holy fucking shit what the fuck is happilatingThe whole house spinning and shakingDamn near breaking in half, I take it and laughBecause what the fuck can I do?I put the rocks in my sock so I don't lose them too,I'm fucking hanging on I lost all but my drawersSomehow my game's still good chilling on pauseWe air born and the windows flying passing byA crackheads waving at me still trying to buyMailboxes, a pizza man, some garbage cansThen I seen a naked ass bitch like... Damn!There was all kind a crazy shit caught in the stormBut before long all that shit was gone...